i was pulled over last night. in the passenger seat of my own vehicle. two cop cars. lights/sirens. thomas e. isbella over the walkie talkies. hilarity ensued ( Read more... )

spleens and fevers ( Read more... )

ah! what happens when the ex's start getting married? or have children? or think about getting married/having children?!i can't even keep my basil plant alive ( Read more... )

am i clem? are you joel?

your writing is superior. you always did have a way with written words.

sitting in the window of aroma conjures endless memories of autumn. effortless thoughts of last fall ( Read more... )

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i'm finally ready for bed.
"one night of magic rush
the start of simple touch
one night to push and scream
and make believes.
ten days of perfect tunes
the colors red and blue
we had a promise made
to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no"

i don't know why you bother. nothings ever good enough for you. pointless snide remarks. "the pot will call the kettle black". like a drunken punch up ( Read more... )

nobattlefights via internet ( Read more... )